The youngest? The shortest time? Wu Yuan had taken two hundred and fifty million years. That was considered young? 0

"Thank you, Senior," Wu Yuan sincerely marveled.0

"No need to thank me," White Emperor smiled faintly. 0

He knew Wu Yuan had basically grasped the situation, understanding that the Path of Dreams and Path of Light were actually opportunities, not purely danger zones.0

"If you want to thank someone, thank Goddess Nüwa. Everything here was left behind by her." White Emperor stood up, came to Wu Yuan's side, then pointed to the far end of the temple: "Wu Yuan, look over there."0

As Wu Yuan gazed in that direction, his pupils constricted slightly. "That is?" 0

Only now did he notice a statue standing at the far end of the temple. The statue wasn't particularly tall, only about ten meters high, quite inconspicuous compared to the magnificent temple. 0

As Wu Yuan shifted his attention and began to notice this statue, he realized its special nature. Clad in white robes, with lowered brows and eyes, her gaze exuded warmth and tranquility, as if embodying the Dao resonance itself, eternal and everlasting. Wu Yuan's heart felt completely serene, involuntarily feeling a sense of closeness and security.0

Around this statue, it seemed like all Dao fluctuations ceased to exist.0

Outwardly, Wu Yuan remained impassive, but inwardly, towering waves of shock surged in his heart. It was worth noting that he was now extremely powerful; after attaining an Eternal Psyche, even if a True Saint appeared in person, it would be difficult to shake his spirit. Yet what stood before him was merely a statue, not even the true body of a powerhouse.0

"This is one of...0